Black-Blue

I’m startled awake. There are coarse, raised voices out on the deck. Curious, I climb the stairs and see them, a man and woman, grappling, fighting over an unseen object. The woman loses the struggle and slips over the railing with a chilling wail, a flash of white dropping into an infinite black-blue.

I close my eyes, but prolonged sleep is impossible. She tiptoes through my dreams, leaving crimson footprints wherever she goes.

Someone’s fiddling with the lock. I hear the cabin door creak open, heavy footfalls across the tiny room. The bed is jostled, and I close my eyes more tightly, pretending, praying.

Wow, this story possesses an almost supernatural element about it the way it’s written. you’ve chosen some amazing phrases, “a flash of white dropping into an infinite black-blue” and “She tiptoes through my dreams, leaving crimson footprints wherever she goes.” They’re beautifully portrayed and your use of color here is spot-on!